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The sky was still dark, as it was winter and the sun had not yet risen for the early morning commuters. The train jostled its many passengers as it headed into the downtown area of Portland. Darkness holding fast to the morning chill, I yawned as I looked up to see several sleeping passengers. Worn and dirty they slept with caps pulled down over their eyes, rejecting the low hum of fluorescent light. The less fortunate often rode these early morning trains, and who could blame them, It was warm and offered them a reprieve from the harsh winds of a northwestern winter. I sighed to myself as the automated voice of the train announced my stop.

High King

Fantasy · Kapowne